Out of the window and upon the white sheets,
came the old lady a calling.
Young men, handsome and painfully beautiful,
smoothly courted from the yard below.
Between cowslips and clover sat a strange grey kitten,
with grey eyes the same of the girl at the balcony.
The same grey eyes stared at the men,
and they now looked at the old lady.
The old man’s daughter knocked upon her door,
and that night she sold her life for a hundred grains.
Gold and rice, that was what she promised.
Now all the could do was stare blankly,
at the broken body of a grey kitten,
the life slit from its throat by a man in fury.
Those same eyes never saw again.